Buddham Saranam Gacchami Osho Apr 2026

Raghava felt a strange stillness descend.

The ferryman stepped into the river. The water touched his ankles, then his knees. He turned and said: buddham saranam gacchami osho

Long ago, in a small village on the banks of the Ganges, lived a man named Raghava. He was a scholar of scriptures, proud of his knowledge, yet deeply restless. Every morning, he would chant, "Buddham Sharanam Gacchami" — I go to the Buddha for refuge. But his voice was mechanical, a ritual without roots. He had read thousands of sutras, yet anger flared in him at the slightest insult. He knew the theory of compassion, yet envy gnawed at his heart whenever his neighbor prospered. Raghava felt a strange stillness descend